His Fatal Attraction

Sylvie Thornton felt her temple starting to throb again as she watched Zane Blackwood glued to the toy store window. This guy, a full 1.85 meters tall and claiming to be nineteen, had his cheek pressed flat against the glass, staring intently at a blue plush toy inside the shop, looking for all the world like a large dog that couldn't get a bone. Ever since they got together, she often felt less like a girlfriend and more like someone stuck babysitting an unruly child. He was childish, clingy, and demanded attention at every turn, yet every time she put on a stern face, he could somehow pinpoint the exact moment her resolve started to soften. Zane Blackwood’s family background meant she never had to worry about money, but his dependency, which practically bordered on emotional coercion, always...